The river meanders its way through the landscape, winding down from the highlands toward the distant coast. Green plains, dense wilds, and craggy badlands roll by as the days pass. The river calms as it widens, growing tumultuous as it narrows. On the third day, the boat floats through a storm, and the river deepens with rainfall. Lightning flashes and wind threatens several times to roll the boat, but it stays afloat. The weather calms after that for the remainder of the trip, though on the fifth day, you pass the wreckage of a small vessel run aground, its hull riddled with arrows and javelins. You wonder what befell the occupants. You wake on the dawn of the tenth day to your destination on the horizon.

~ Requested by Søren Sørensen

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